"What are you doing?" Jeanine asked Bob.
- "What are you doing?" Jeanine asked Bob. "I'm howling silently like you told me to, of course!" Bob was growing puce & Jeanine worried that his already high triglycerides would clu
- -mp into clogging clods in his arteries, causing cardiac congestion. He looked like he was pooping a prizewinner. "I have so much to say without speaking," strained Bob. Jeanine
- bit her lip cautiously while smoking a Lady Slim with it carefully poised at the other side of her mouth. They had been out for a quiet night on the veranda, Momma fluffing her pu-
- -ffy updo, Papa taking a smoke too. She'd always reminded me of a Lauren Bacall, Great Gatsby type character with her bullshit radar and irreverent sex appeal. I went to join them
- , pulling up a chair to the solid oak table, and asked their opinions on the day's events,
- then he coughed into his. The hubba-bubba gum flew into his palm and he stuck it under the solid oak table.
- I hubba-bubba was really C4 with a nanodetonator inside. When I walked clear of the oak table I used my smartphone to detonate it. The oak table knocked out the Government goons &
- I, hubba-bubba became a mouse and escaped. My phone was with me. Whew! I was free and could breathe.
- I felt like singing but all that came out was a squeak. I used to dream of being a Mousketeer, but as a real mouse, I couldn't sing that song. I sadly strolled by the cat tower
- where I was attacked by the cat and eaten. The last thing I saw in this life was my reflection in the cat's name tag as she lunged. Turns out I was wrong. I was a ratconteur.
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- 2017-05-31 11:03:19
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